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Happy Book Birthday for Jennifer Osborn’s The Dawning of Scarlett w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @hondagirljen


The Dawning of Scarlett

by Jennifer Osborn




GENRE: YA Paranormal






As a pale revenant—the vampire faction believing all life is sacred—sixteen-year-old Scarlett Ellis has learned to hide in the human world. She goes to night-school, works at a coffee shop, and her uncle Chasem trains her in martial arts. No matter what, she has to be prepared, because when she turns seventeen, she’ll be of Dawning age—and her biological father Apollo vows to see her dead first.

Expecting her Dawning to be impossible, she accepts the fact that she will become a rogue, forever hunted by revenant renegades and outcast by her own people. Scarlett thinks she’s prepared for this—until the curly-haired Nicholas Lightener walks into her life and asks her out on a date.

Torn between her feelings for Nick and the danger of the revenant world, Scarlett’s strange life is turned inside-out when she’s kidnapped and forced to do the one thing she swore she’d never do. Plus, she has no idea whose memories keep appearing in her dreams, or if they can even help her. Determined to free herself from a death sentence, Scarlett must fight to become who she was born to be.






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His lips freeze in surprise for a moment, warm and tasting like salt, but they quickly yield to mine. Before I know it, his surprise melts into participation, and he kisses me back. It’s all pleasantly confusing, and I feel dizzy. My blood pounds wildly in my veins and I’m worried my eyes are going to change out of excitement. But before I can pull back, he does first, and his breath is hot on my cheek.


I keep my eyes down, for fear of what they might show. I glance up at the artery in his neck, veiled by the paper-thin skin of a human. The blood moves in thick shots and I hear his heart pounding. I feel the urge to let my canines drop and lean over to bite him. I’ve learned to control myself so much around humans that I’m able to push the desire down. But he gives off the most intoxicating smell. I find myself wondering what his blood would taste like. It’s odd to even think about, because I don’t even need blood right now, but he’s somehow attracting me in a way I don’t understand. It’s a strange desire to bite—not to hurt, not even to drink, but to bite. I can’t make sense of it.


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After working in the legal and technical fields for many years, Jennifer Osborn took the plunge into full time writing in 2015. She is the award-winning author of The Shilund Saga and The Sentinel’s Insurgency.  When not writing, she listens to a different muse and creates paintings and collages of all sorts.


She lives in the Cincinnati area with her husband, three dogs and two cats.


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Review of Sunrise over Brasov by Stephanie Burkhart w/a rafflecopter giveaway! #Giveaway #PNR #Review @StephBurkhart



Sunrise over Brasov

by Stephanie Burkhart




GENRE: paranormal romance






Rosa Getzi lives a life of intrigue at Poiana Brasov with Clement, a werewolf, and Cassandra, the witch. Her past doesn’t matter to her – until she discovers what it holds.

Prince Michael Sigmaringen joins his sister-in-law, Caroline, and the vampire prince, Darius, in a daring rescue, igniting Rosa’s desire to find her family. However, all is not as it appears. Rickard, Rosa’s friend, escapes with her. Clement will go to any lengths to get Rosa and Rickard back.

At Darius’ fortress, Michael soon discovers Rickard is a new breed of werewolf – one who can control the change, and Clement hopes to exploit Rickard’s abilities.

Michael’s courage, strengths, and convictions will be tested like never before. Can Michael and Rosa find true happiness and the rid the lupine haunting of the Sigmaringens once and for all?






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Some inner voice encouraged her to leave with him. It was the right thing to do. “Turn

around,” she said quietly. “Why?”


“So I can change.”


“I don’t trust you.” His reply was quick. “Leave your chemise on.” He walked to the window and glanced outside, then checked his pocket watch.


Rosa figured that was the most privacy he was willing to afford her and unfastened her robe. Quickly, she stepped into the winter dress without putting on a corset. “I need you to lace up the back.”


Michael approached and tied up the stays with familiar ease. There was that word again — familiar. Rosa shivered. What did it mean? How was he familiar when she couldn’t recall seeing him before? She found her boots and slid them on. They were lined with fur and went up to her knees. She couldn’t articulate her compliance, but could say an instinctual desire drove her to do his bidding. Yes, there were clues, but no easy answers.


He was a witch, like her. She responded to his kiss, enjoying it far too much, though she wouldn’t admit that to him. He hadn’t hurt her, and he knew her mother. The thought of finding her mother filled her with a sense of comfort. In all honesty, Rosa, however, couldn’t remember her life before coming to Poiana Brasov, but she hated to think that Clement and Cassandra, who had been so kind to her, had deceived her. Rosa wouldn’t deny her instincts and decided to follow the clues. When there was a minute, she intended to get her answers from Michael.

Her boots secure, she slid her arms into her winter coat. Michael grabbed a scarf and gloves from a shelf in her closet, presenting them to her. His face betrayed nothing — not one hint of pleasure or dissatisfaction. Instead, he grabbed her gloved hand and led her out of the room.


Rosa noticed the noise continued outside of the fortress. Just on the other side of her door, Andrei lay crumpled on the ground. His chest rose and fell. Thank Corvinus he appeared to be sleeping.


Michael moved with unnatural speed. His grasp on her hand was tight, tugging her behind him. They proceeded down the hall toward the servants’ staircase.


The inner fortress remained quiet. Several candles in wall sconces had burnt down to the stubs, casting long, inky shadows over the stone walls.


Reaching the staircase, Rosa paused. “I need to check on Rickard.”



“There’s no time. We delayed too long as it is.” Michael dragged her down the stairs.


I’m coming late to the party when it comes to Ms. Burkhart’s stories.  I feel bad because she is so good at what she does.  She introduced me to Steampunk that I completely adored and now she has done it again with a historical paranormal romance that makes sense to me.  It’s not fluff or the usual nonsense when it comes to paranormal romance.  Twilight ruined the genre for me and I really haven’t been able to read it since.  My vamps don’t sparkle, nor do my were’s marry children.  Ick.  Also, when I read a paranormal, I don’t like all the politics between packs, clans, etc.  I want a story, characterization, and romance.  Intrigue and some suspense add to my overall enjoyment.

Again, she does it again for me.  There is a lot going on with Michael, Rosa, Rickard, Clement, and Darius.  I was never lost even though this was the third book in the series.  She does a great job with let the reader know what happened in the previous books without bogging down with all the details that typically bore me to death.  Ms. Burkhart’s word building is second to none.  I felt a connection and sense of belonging in this world.  It made me want to go there and live.

I feel in love with Michael and Rosa from the start.  They are meant to be together.  Healing and healer.  Bread to butter.  Of course, Rosa needs her memory.  Their romance is sweet and romantic for me.  Michael can be impatient but you would be too if your lover had been kidnapped and held captive.

Poor Rosa.  She didn’t understand what had happened to her and didn’t trust Michael at first.  It was only after leaving with him and images and feelings started coming back that she truly did believe in him.

Witches, vampires and weres coming together and actually NOT fighting was perfect.  Again, it made sense to me and I’m really looking forward to reading more from this world.

Oh and this is a stand-alone book, too.  Yes, characters crossover and it set in the same world but you DO NOT have to read the others to make sense.  Now, will that stop me from reading them?  Of course not.  Ms. Burkhart has made me a believer again.  Gosh, I love this woman.


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Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee.  She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has four children’s books published with 4RV Publishing.




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Guest Post from Nicky Peacock featuring her series Battle of the Undead (Bad Blood #1 & Bad Timing #2) w/a rafflecopter giveaway!


of the Undead #2
Parnormal, suspense, urban fantasy, vampires
Teen Publishing, 30K words
You know now that monsters are
real. Whether they have recently risen to reach for your flesh, or have chosen
now to step from the shadows; you are surrounded by them. You also know that I
am one too, but I’m all you’ve got and time is running out…”
There’s no rest for the wicked,
especially in a zombie apocalypse. Britannia has used every vampire skill at
her disposal to keep those she cares for safe, but with old enemies and unseen
adversaries moving against her, she will have to push herself to both her
physical and ethical limits to survive. Britannia is changing, but will it be
for the better?
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14+ due to violence and
adult situations
 “If there’s someone there,
you’d better show yourself. Unless you want me to cleave off your head,” I
shouted. I heard a cough and saw a tall, well-built man slip from the shadows.
He wasn’t bad looking, but his dark hair was styled with cement-like gel and
his eyes were far too blue to be natural.
“Apologies. I wasn’t sure if you were
friend or foe.” He nodded at me.
He was a vampire, probably a little
younger than me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“My dear, you are the one trespassing
on my territory. It should be me asking questions of you.” He gave me a sly
smile, as if he was trying to get away with something. Like he’d farted and was
waiting for me to smell it.
“If this was truly your territory
you’d have attacked me, not slunk in the shadows like a sniveling child.” I
pulled my axe back so I held it by the handle and it rested on my shoulder.
He put his hands up; he was unarmed
and laughed beneath his breath. “I now understand the Elders rule.”
He was referring to the old, no
female vampires rule – misogynistic t scumbags. It was then that I got a good
whiff of blood, live human blood.
“Have you got people here?”
“Why yes, we’ve collected a few to
take to the Highlands. Would you like to join me for a drink?”
And he’d been openly feeding off
them, great!
“No, I’ll give that a miss. Where are
“In the store room, back there.
They’re uninfected,” he said with a sweeping invitation with his arm. “I must
say, I’ve never seen a female vampire so beautiful.”
Good grief, did he think this was
some sort of date? That we would sit back and watch Dawn of the Dead whilst
munching on scared survivors? What an asshat!
I narrowed my eyes and walked to the
door he was pointing to. He smiled and gestured for me to open it. I did. Now I
was fully aware that this could have been a trap, but even if a hundred
vampires descended on me, I still had an axe to Red Queen their asses back to
“May I introduce myself?” he said
behind me.
“No.” I stepped through the door and
was hit with the smell of both old and fresh blood. I took in the large
warehouse back quickly: boxes were piled high with electronics, gadgets and God
only knows what other useless items, but there were also people crouching by
them. They were blindfolded and roped together with a thick unforgiving plastic
vine. Some were still bleeding from where he had fed off them. Some were
whispering prayers in ragged voices. Some slowly pulled at their bindings, more
like they were an itch than a problem. But all cowered when they heard his
voice. There was a collective shiver that even caught me in its terrible wake.
Whoever this vampire was, he was truly living up to monster status now.
“Here,” he said as he lifted the
plastic rope and pulled the nearest person toward us, “have a drink.”
I looked at the young boy bound and
blindfolded before me; he had blood all down his Simpson’s t-shirt and he’d
pissed himself, probably days ago now. This was what the Highlands were going
to be like, just with slightly less feeling and more order.
“My name is Ludwig. What’s yours, my
blonde haired vixen?” He pushed the boy at me and I moved so that I was stood
between them.
“What?” Ludwig’s eyes widened. He’d
heard of me, the lack of blue hair had been what had put him off the initial recognition.
If I’d looked more like my old self he’d have run from me, or attacked me in
the shop. I might never have discovered his little person larder.
“Yeah, I was forced into a make
under.” I smiled sweetly at him, “Ludwig, you have something on your sleeve.” I
swung the axe so hard that it cleaved his arm straight off. Blood sprayed
across me, splattering my face and streaking the front of my hair. Unlike human
blood, vampire blood is cool, smells metallic and tastes like sea water, kind
of like your blood tastes to you. Some vampires get a taste for their own kind;
those were usually the ones that the Elders sent me after.
Ludwig’s look of shock was only
matched by his girlish scream. He clutched at his leaky stump and shuddered. I
lifted the axe again, this time to cleave off his head, but he must have
regained a modicum of resolve, as he caught the axe’s blade in mid-swing. I
quickly slipped my hands down the handle and, palms up, slammed it vertically
so that its blade crushed against his skull. I heard a sickening crack as bone
crumbled against the force. He keeled and stumbled back through the shop’s
doors. I edged forward and crouched, sweeping my leg out to trip him over. Once
he lay sprawled on the floor, I lifted my axe a final time and off rolled his
head. It tumbled down the flat screen TV section.
The tethered humans were now
desperately pulling at their bonds. I guess the big bad that had just killed
their torturer was probably not someone they wanted to stick around and have
tea with – better the devil you know.
I moved carefully toward the nearest
boy. I gently took his blindfold from him and he blinked a few times and
recoiled at my presence.
“It’s okay,” I said, hands out, palms
up, “I’m here to help you. I won’t hurt you.”
The boy edged further away from me,
pulling on all their ropes. He particularly dragged all of the survivors onto
the floor. I suddenly had an image of me leading them like a chain of dogs
through the streets. If Satan had been on a leash, he’d have died. If I couldn’t
do that to a dog, I’d be damned if I was going to be responsible for leading an
all-you-can-eat zombie buffet conga line.
“Look, I know you have no reason to
trust me, but…”
“You’re one of them,” said the boy,
looking past me to Ludwig’s twitching corpse. He must have been old; it can
sometimes take a while for the magic to leave older vampires.
“We’re not all the same you know.” I
stepped to his side and took a blindfold off a nearby woman, “Wait a minute,
The woman gave me a quizzical look,
“There’s another one. He had red hair and a posh accent; like from Downton
Okay, now time was of the essence. I
pulled out my pink handled knife and sliced the rope between all the humans. I
removed all their blindfolds and counted them: twelve.
“Right, here are your choices. You
can say here and wait for Red, whoever he is, to come back and drink you dry,
or you can follow me and I can get you the hell out of zombie central.”
“Zombies?” they all said together.
“You haven’t noticed the slathering
zombie masses?” I asked.
“No,” said an older man, who had
managed to pick up a plank of wood and hide it behind his back while I wasn’t
“How long have you been in here?”
The man chose then to swing the plank
at me, which I caught and crumbled in my grip. The small crowd gasped and I
think they were just about to all fall onto me, when the bell at the door of
the shop chimed.
“Oh no, it’s him. He came back for
us.” A young girl of no more than thirteen cowered near me. I turned to her.
“I won’t let him hurt you. I told
you, we’re not all the same.”
She bit her bottom lip and squeezed
out a fat tear that rolled down her ruddy cheek.
“My name is Britannia. I know this is
all a bit…” I struggled for the right word, “…weird, but I’ll get you some
place safe. You just have to trust me.”
“So, let me get this straight.” The
boy whose blindfold I’d took off first edged toward me. “You’re a friendly
blood sucking demon, and there are zombies outside. But you’ll protect us? At
what price, you gonna feed off and kill us one by one like your friend there?”
He motioned at Ludwig’s now still body. I kicked the vampire’s corpse out of
the door and into the main shop, out of the eye-line of the humans.
I didn’t have time for this. I needed
to get a new radio, some food and get back to the zoo. I needed to tell Tate I
was alive and for Josh and Jack to know I was on my way to them. I hadn’t even
bothered to ask these humans’ names and here I was trying to protect them,
while they challenged my ethical code. I was just about to give the boy what
for, when a rumbling groan echoed through the store. I peered out to see a
group of zombies shuffling toward Ludwig’s body. Once there, they began to rip
him apart like an overcooked turkey. There were stuffing- and cranberry
sauce-like substances cascading out of the yawning cracks they were making with
their bare hands. I gagged and quickly closed the door.

The cast of Bad Timing.

When I write, I find casting an actor as a main character really helps for visuals and consistency, so here’s a brief recap on the major characters in the Battle of the Undead series, and the dream cast who plays them in my mind:

Britannia – Emma Watson. I think that she is an amazing British actress and just perfect for Britannia. She could make her both funny and serious at the same time.

Nicholas – Andrew Garfield. Perfect to play a dark, brooding but slightly comical complex character that has more to him that meets the eye.

Josh – Liam Hemsworth. Hunky solider who takes action in his stride and turns Britannia’s head and heart.

Phillipe – Tom Hiddleston. Great actor who can play the loving guardian to Brit one day and the evil Vambie chaotic killer the next.

Jack – Nicholas Hoult. A truly brilliant young talent who can embody Jack’s sensitive and caring nature that helps Britannia take back a precious part of her soul.

Now, for the newcomers…

Ichabod – Orlando Bloom. Although I’ve only ever seen him play the villain once, I think he could breathe dark life into this vengeful vampire who has more than one axe to grind.

Lyle – Jeremy Irvine. Cheeky, calculating but above all loyal. This talented War Horse star could give Lyle the depth he deserves.

Tate – Daniel Kaluuya. I loved him as Tea Leaf in BBC’s Psychoville and was always Tate in my mind. Strong, caring and totally determined to protect those he loves.

Xyla – Sandra Bullock. Ironic casting as it’s said more than once that Xyla looks just like the bubbly US actress.

Mariah – Hayden Panettiere.  My guilty pleasure is Nashville and I think that this beautiful blonde’s strength and confidence will make Mariah a character to be reckoned with.

Betty – Elle Fanning. Although only briefly in the book, Betty deserves to be played by a rare actress who exudes sweetness.

Now, all we need is a big pot of money and a director who has a thing for vampires and zombies…

Thank you for having me on your blog today! Nicx

Have you ever wanted to star in a YA book? 

Here’s your chance! In honor of the release of BAD TIMING, the second book in Nicky Peacock’s Battle of the Undead series, she will choose and feature a character created by one lucky reader in the last book of the series, BAD KARMA.

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 **Series is a must to be read in order, make sure to get your copy of #1**
Bad Blood
Battle of the Undead #1
“I am
Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead
hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between
you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong,
unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your
A 500 year bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are
to survive the zombie uprising. Bitter enemies, Britannia and Nicholas must
work together to save un-infected humans, delivering them to a stronghold in
Scotland.Unable to drink the zombie blood, vampires need humans to stay alive. But will
they tell the survivors who they are, and what they want from them? Will
Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance? Is survivor Josh the
reincarnation of Britannia’s murdered true love? And can she bring herself to
deliver him to the safe hold?Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper.
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Nicky is a published author of both YA and adult urban fantasy, paranormal romance and horror fiction. She lives in the heart of the UK, where she has run a writers’ group for over 4 years to help new writers find their feet on the path  to publication. A member of both the Society of Authors and the British Fantasy Society, Nicky has had over 30 stories published in various anthologies.
Bad Timing is her second book in the Battle of the Undead series published through Evernight Teen. She loves to talk to readers, so please feel free to either get in touch with her through her blog, or on any of the social media below.
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